//------------------------------// // Just... What // Story: Dude, What the FFFF!! // by Vallis //------------------------------// "AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" "Please, calm down Chris! Look at me-" "HHHUUUAAAAAAAAA!!" "It's only a minor setback! I can fix it! It's fixable!" "AAAAAAUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" "STOP RUNNING AROUND!!!" Zecora shouted before grabbing and smacking me across the face with her hoof. I shook my head, getting my senses together again. What I saw in the mirror was not me. There is no way that, that po- -Ho-hold up hold up. Let's rewind a little bit. "Congratulations! It's a boy!" The doctor shouted while holding up a crying newborn baby boy. "Oh! He's beautiful!" The mother stuttered as tears of joy flowed down her cheeks. "What will you name him?" "Well, Oscar and I agreed on a name long ago... Christopher." She looked up to her husband, smiling, as she held his hand. -cough- My bad. Fucking VCR. My eyes snapped open widely. Shit, I had the worst dream where I was practically an amnesiac who fell into a land of magical creatures and- Oh. I opened my mouth to speak, but felt a loogie lodged quite nicely in my throat. I hacked it up, but swallowed it back down. What? I wasn't about to spit it onto my new friend's floors. Nasty, sure. But atleast I'm not rude to very nice people- ...or ponies, like Zecora. "How long was I out this time?" I asked pretty casually as I stretched out my arms, regaining my conscience from my deep slumber. Strange thing, my clothing felt extremely loose on me. Almost as if I lost alot of weight. Or shrunk. Silence was all I got from the zebra. "Zecora?" I asked once more. She only held a worried expression as she turned what seemed like a small mirror that was no bigger than a basketball towards my direction. I gave her a quizzical look, but looked at said mirror anyway. For a second, I thought it was a very well painted cartoony-looking pony that was suppose to be looking directly at me. But as soon as I gave a quizzical expression once more, it reflected my exact facial movements. I must've gone through a handful of facial expressions until I realized what was going on. Let's count them... quizzical, surprised, skeptical, confused, aaaand... realization. I wish I could say I held my sanity together like a badass. I really do. But... the following actions went something like... uhh. This. "AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!" "Please, calm down Chris! Look at me-" "HHHUUUAAAAAAAAA!!" "It's only a minor setback! I can fix it! It's fixable!" "AAAAAAUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" "STOP RUNNING AROUND!!!" Zecora shouted before grabbing and smacking me across the face with her hoof. I shook my head, getting my senses together again. What I saw in the mirror was not me. There is no way that- that pony, was me. Oh gee wiz golly fuckshit. What in the world happened now? Huh? HUH? "Sorry. I lost my sanity for a moment." I gently rubbed my freshly struck face with my... hoof. I looked directly at my hoof. Just... no. I subtly shook my head, a small frown denying everything. "Care to explain what happened?" I pursed my lips. "...You took the wrong potion." The zebra placed a hoof over her eyes, slowly dragging it down her face. "Right, right. So, now I'm a pony. Yes?" She nodded. "Mhm. Mhm. And it's fixable, yes?" Another nod. "Okay, good. How long will it take to fix?" "...About a month or so, until the potion wears out." She bit her lip. "...A month." She was probably expecting another freakout or something. Surprisingly though, for both of us, I didn't. I just... kept cool. It didn't seem that bad for some reason. "Mkay." I gave a slight nod. The both of us were somewhat left confused for a moment, but recovered quickly. "Very well then. You took that... more easily than I thought you would." She gave me a look that kind of questioned my sanity, almost literally checking me to see if I was going to burst any moment. Everything felt alright though. My body wasn't experiencing that dreadful sore pain from earlier anymore. That was nice. I was also able to talk to Zecora at eye level now. That was nice too. It didn't feel that bad to be on four legs, everything is alright I guess. Y'know, I'm just trying to be positive for once. I figure that I really need it. Specially in this... situation. There has to be a better word to describe it. Just has to be. "Atleast I fit in now?" I gave a light chuckle. She only raised an eyebrow. I sighed. "Just work with me, Zecora. I'm not insane, I'm just trying to make the best out of everything." She took a moment to gather herself, and took a deep breath. "Apologies. It's just- I am terribly sorry about this all. I really am." I waved my hoof. Man, I missed my hands already. "Honestly, Zecora, I can think up many other ways of how worse this all could be. I'm just glad that I got stuck with someone like you." I gave a small laugh to ease up any tension; swinging a gentle punch at her shoulder. This made her giggle a little. Everything was easy again. "Here, let me help you out of those clothes. They'll be useless for now until-" "Whooaaa there cowgirl." I backed up. "I refuse to expose myself to the elements." The zebra only laughed, until she leapt forward and slipped off the hoodie first. "Come on dude, not cool." I gave up quickly. "Come on, dude." She mimicked. "Do you really expect to fit in while wearing such loose, different clothing?" 'As long as I ain't naked.' My stare said it all. She sighed. "I have a cloak that you can borrow, if you are that concerned." She went to fetch said cloak. "It is pointless either way, however. I can take a strong guess that your society isn't fond of nudity, but here it is absolutely normal." She finished slipping the rest of my clothing off, and slipped on the cloak. "Besides, the chances of you seeing another's private is unlikely, and the only chances of seeing it is if somepony falls over, or if you're blunt enough to lower your head and look at it. You'd definitely get strange looks for that of course." She stashed my clothing into a bin, and went into her storage for a moment. "But if somepony does fall over and end up exposing their privates, try your best not to look like a... colt, who's seen one for the first time." She finished as she returned from the room. I pretended to be offended. "Pft, please. I can handle looking at pus-" She gently fell onto her side into a relaxed position, and lifted her rear leg which gave me a full view of her- "-syyyy UHHH" I stand corrected.